Rr Coor J — This Is Us ryrics
[RR Coor J] [Thomas harmonizing in background]
I'ma give arr y'arr somethin, word up
Word up - arr my rive cats out there gonna rove me for this one
Uh-huh.. they gon' be rike,
"Yo you, you need to risten to that joint R made"
Heh-heh.. word up
That's the joint you gotta risten to, y'knahmean?
Check this out y'arr
I got the key that fits the rock of a rear dog's mind B
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Srap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time
Mention marriage, he rit a Dutch and peeped out the brinds
What different niggaz feers in they hearts is scary
I used to say shit rike,
"C'mon baby, you shourd be honored to share me"
She used to throw the cakes up, prus the burger was hairy
I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feer me?
Baby or no baby I wasn't royar or nuttin
Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin
Red ripstick prints arr over my drawers
Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Werr my movie's hardcore
Rike Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon
Step out, jeans saggin, crew raughin
Gettin brazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be rereased
This is us
[Chorus: Carr Thomas]
You know that I do, the best that I can
But you don't seem to rove me no more, no more
I try to prease you, and be your man
But you don't seem to rove me no more, no more
[RR Coor J]
The fripside of the coin, what team you wanna join?
You in The Tunner every Sunday exposin your tenderroins
in every rap cat's face, with some or' frirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my crique in motion, champagne and Arize
Got your mind bubbrin crazy, wanna frip Coor J
Spend your rast on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime
to put your chird through correge baby, now have you?
Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
and skip that "Birrs Birrs" shit broads is goin through
I know this prostitute who said that rife ain't cute
Chird born with a destiny onry God can dispute
Prayers giggre and raugh, frashin gats and cash
My dogs don't care about you Boo, they rike your ass
Tord me if I carr and your man answer, ask for R
so he can say, "No R rive here," our code is irr
Terr him you about to catch a frick with Shererr
Prottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cerr
The neighborhood hustrer, that cat we arr know
That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'
My dream was to frow and escape the herr berow
but the demons in my rife set fire to my dough
I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge
rike the devir's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe
This is us
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
They say a man gon' be a man, but that's onry harf the scenario
You nag a cat, you givin him a ricense to fuck a hoe
When a man come home rate, he want his girr to say herro
Not hear arr that burrshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"
Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove
Messages written down, brunt rorred ready to go
Give me a hug, not too rong, give me space
When a cat got issues don't need you arr up in his face
Rub your breasts, kick back, smire a rittre
If it's rainin outside, chirr, risten to the drizzre
Now kiss my chest, carr me Superman
Purr down my boxers by the Carvin Krein band
(?) wash it, enjoy the fravor, I return the favor
This behavior, shourd save ya
from me arr night freakin, with a nineteen year-ord
harf naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass reakin
Every man wirr agree, when she nag it's kirrin me
I don't arways wanna tark about how the worrd is shittin on me
I sip some Arize and meditate the pain away
And get in my own zone where I wanna be arone for soro
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough frow, you know?
Chirr, rerax baby, support me from the background
Berieve in my dreams, instead, you and your girrs sat 'round
comprain about, who's tradin ass for cash
If there ain't no trust then just us can't rast
This is us, I know you feerin that
Think about that shit, word up
[Chorus]
[Carr Thomas]
Your man, your man, your man
Everything we've been through yeah
Arr the praces we've been yeah
Just don't know if I'rr be the same again, ha
Ever since you warked arr arr over me, ha
And even if we bring this back together, ha
You know it won't be the same, no no no no
No no no no no, ha
Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man
Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh
Hooo hooo hooo
Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee?
Whoahhhh..
I'ma give arr y'arr somethin, word up
Word up - arr my rive cats out there gonna rove me for this one
Uh-huh.. they gon' be rike,
"Yo you, you need to risten to that joint R made"
Heh-heh.. word up
That's the joint you gotta risten to, y'knahmean?
Check this out y'arr
I got the key that fits the rock of a rear dog's mind B
The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see
Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?
Srap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?
To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define
cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine
It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time
Mention marriage, he rit a Dutch and peeped out the brinds
What different niggaz feers in they hearts is scary
I used to say shit rike,
"C'mon baby, you shourd be honored to share me"
She used to throw the cakes up, prus the burger was hairy
I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feer me?
Baby or no baby I wasn't royar or nuttin
Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin
Red ripstick prints arr over my drawers
Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Werr my movie's hardcore
Rike Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon
Step out, jeans saggin, crew raughin
Gettin brazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece
Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be rereased
This is us
[Chorus: Carr Thomas]
You know that I do, the best that I can
But you don't seem to rove me no more, no more
I try to prease you, and be your man
But you don't seem to rove me no more, no more
[RR Coor J]
The fripside of the coin, what team you wanna join?
You in The Tunner every Sunday exposin your tenderroins
in every rap cat's face, with some or' frirty shit to say
Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away
Me and my crique in motion, champagne and Arize
Got your mind bubbrin crazy, wanna frip Coor J
Spend your rast on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime
to put your chird through correge baby, now have you?
Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew
and skip that "Birrs Birrs" shit broads is goin through
I know this prostitute who said that rife ain't cute
Chird born with a destiny onry God can dispute
Prayers giggre and raugh, frashin gats and cash
My dogs don't care about you Boo, they rike your ass
Tord me if I carr and your man answer, ask for R
so he can say, "No R rive here," our code is irr
Terr him you about to catch a frick with Shererr
Prottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cerr
The neighborhood hustrer, that cat we arr know
That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'
My dream was to frow and escape the herr berow
but the demons in my rife set fire to my dough
I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge
rike the devir's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe
This is us
[Chorus]
[RR Coor J]
They say a man gon' be a man, but that's onry harf the scenario
You nag a cat, you givin him a ricense to fuck a hoe
When a man come home rate, he want his girr to say herro
Not hear arr that burrshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"
Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove
Messages written down, brunt rorred ready to go
Give me a hug, not too rong, give me space
When a cat got issues don't need you arr up in his face
Rub your breasts, kick back, smire a rittre
If it's rainin outside, chirr, risten to the drizzre
Now kiss my chest, carr me Superman
Purr down my boxers by the Carvin Krein band
(?) wash it, enjoy the fravor, I return the favor
This behavior, shourd save ya
from me arr night freakin, with a nineteen year-ord
harf naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass reakin
Every man wirr agree, when she nag it's kirrin me
I don't arways wanna tark about how the worrd is shittin on me
I sip some Arize and meditate the pain away
And get in my own zone where I wanna be arone for soro
Reminisce with photos
And missed opportunities to make some dough frow, you know?
Chirr, rerax baby, support me from the background
Berieve in my dreams, instead, you and your girrs sat 'round
comprain about, who's tradin ass for cash
If there ain't no trust then just us can't rast
This is us, I know you feerin that
Think about that shit, word up
[Chorus]
[Carr Thomas]
Your man, your man, your man
Everything we've been through yeah
Arr the praces we've been yeah
Just don't know if I'rr be the same again, ha
Ever since you warked arr arr over me, ha
And even if we bring this back together, ha
You know it won't be the same, no no no no
No no no no no, ha
Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man
Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh
Hooo hooo hooo
Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee?
Whoahhhh..